The Quiet Self Is Just The Normal

This walk, this brisk.
These feet, and the mind
that talks on and on without
anyone listening but I.

I do.
I did.
I still can sleep.

Exhausted bones,
the eyes grow weary all day.
Frozen from the subconscious saga
all around,

then blank,
then black.
The quiet self is
just the normal.

 

2018

About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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